Stochastic Cerebrations

There's a miracle in every relation There's a miracle dwelling within the heart Unknowningly it occupies that position but the dwelling brings you the happiness you were always looking for.. Disguise or not, its a special gift Our friendship is a very precious gift. So on your special day  Wax sticks on the cake Chocolates, Gifts, friends lined up one after the other Love and silver paper to wrap Wishes from those who loves you and you love Blessings from the almighty above May your birthday be a special one.. Wishing you a beautiful birthday.. Celebrate in our special way

An endless city where I live A friend is all I have at the nook With the clock ticking, Days and weeks rushing  With a blink, the moment is lost For life's a qabalistic twisted race You'll probably not see me again I don't know you'll miss me well but will I miss you is not hard to tell A deplorable wicked game called life An unidentified, frightening path of life I'll be near, yet knots apart Probably that's what you'll get  A conked companion on some street Before the train starts chugging Before it vanishes in thin air Blabber what you wanna blabber Express what you wanna express For, the clock's ticking For I, want you to know, you've been my alter ego I'd pray you would always be my companion through thick and this..crest and troughs I'll be yours  but the call will be yours  and the life goes on..

The screaming machine, eructation of steam Drifting me in a mesmerizing way calm and composed on the surface but boiling beneath Fragrant, redolent delight, impugned, maltreated and often ramped against yet owning the right to be blissful in a tiny vessel of any shape Dark, acrimonious and black Its a mystery why anyone would love you An edge, soft and comfortable for my lips I take in the aroma which you've hidden inside Staring in an abyss of darkness yet I'm  illuminated By the hidden warmth, Fazed by the soft touch of lips Your body comforts my cold hands Finding their way around, my lips touch you once again Your black soul spreads the warmth throughout my body Clearing my mind, leaving me insomniac Oh coffee what a drink Warm and dark reminding me of my companions You are my friend in need On the table while I study On the pathway while I walk On the bed while I snuggle with the warmness of solitude Now and again with a good book. You are muc

Delhi! The wonderful, beautiful, powerful(not because it has many gyms!) and these days scary, chaotic! I have spent close to 20 years of my life in NCR - Noida/Ghaziabad/Delhi. Even though, Noida and Ghaziabad fall in UP they are influenced by Delhi's culture with Noida being more prominent. 1993 was the year, when my family shifted to Noida. It was a jungle then - trees, water bodies, parks and natural landscapes. I've seen Noida grow and spread. I've seen how the trees were cut down to make way for roads, residences, offices, malls and recently a stone-age park(quite literally).  I've seen how the ring road in Delhi, which had traffic lights at almost every kilometer being converted to a signal free 87 kms road full of flyovers. But, why am I saying all this? Well, yesterday I was coming from the IGIA to Noida and it took me bloody 3.5hrs. The wide, signal free roads gave in - all routes were jammed. Blame it on the ongoing protests or ill equipped police, I had

And for those who asks"how did the exam go?" ..well this one is for you - 

Ideally, I should not be doing this but then I love to exploit the fundamental right of freedom of speech and expression. Right now, my mind is in 4 states - To write, Not to write, Study and Sleep apart from Delhi, UP, Rajasthan and Maharashtra. Considering the fact that end term examinations are going on , I should be residing in the state of study but  I am pretty sure that as soon as I get the citizenship of the State of study, I'd be pulled back by the State of sleep. Hence, I've decided to cancel these two states from the list of options. So, now I am left with two states(No Chetan Bhagat please!) - To write or not to write. But, there is this certain thought which is wobbling in my mind for quite sometime now and hence I've decided to pen it down. All the political states mentioned above have one thing in common and i.e. Winters, though the intensity of chill keeps on varying but still the it exists, enough to make you shiver. This is that time of the year whe

Music, an art without which I can't possibly think of spending a day. A companion of love, one of the most important thing in my life. Sitting, walking, eating, studying and well sometimes sleeping too, I listen to music. There are songs which makes me reflect upon the lyrics, I smile, I cry, I jump, I dance and I travel. Music(songs) takes me to places which I've never experienced. As a teetotaller, I get high on music. Sometimes the trance leaves me in a state of trance; Rock, hip hop, pop makes me do head banging; or the classical/sufi/soft music soothes my mind. There are songs whose lyrics are beyond my understanding(language) still I enjoy the music.  According to me, a language of freedom and love, which speaks not only my mind but also my heart, which goes beyond boundaries is -  Music! Today, I came across this beautiful song[ credits intact ], which is about how we make choices in life and only time will tell how they hold. At some point in the future is w

So, the day has arrived. Finally! 100th post of my blog. I struggled with what should be the milestone post! Should it be prolific? Idealistic in nature. Broad in scope. So, I struggled. Back in 2007, few of my friends were bitten by the bug of blogging. Somehow, I managed  to spend one complete year, protecting myself from being bitten by this bug. But then, in 2008, my immunity gave in and I was affected by it. Over the years, I've seen myself maturing and its direct impact is visible in my posts. What started as a fun filled blog illustrating some of the interesting incidents of my under graduation, recipes which I used to cook(I don't have a kitchen now, only 3-4 outlets to survive apart from the mess where I hardly eat) to feelings which I used to pen down, now contains rants, poems, videos, pictures and not to forget articles. I had almost given up blogging last year but this year I started again. There was this intense drive from within to go on writing and

It's odd how those who were complete strangers are the ones who are now the best buddies It's odd how those who never expressed their feelings while they were together are the ones who end up becoming a couple It's odd how those who show me the highest love  are the ones who expresses it the least in words It's odd how those who express the love in words  are the ones who end up hurting the most It's odd how those who botched up every damn thing are the ones who make you feel chagrined It's odd how those who plead for mercy, pardon are the ones who deserve it the least It's odd how those who are always smiling and make you smile are the ones who have overcome many griefs It's odd how those who have been through many griefs/heartbreaks are the ones who can always overcome the pain Probably, It's odd because everything can be related to time and space.. But for me, It's odd because I don't think its odd!(o

It started in May 1987, when I opened my eyes to this world and was welcomed by a peck on my cheeks by my parents. Since then the ordeal has been rhapsodic. Its like a roller coaster ride with crests and troughs. Life is like a flower that blossoms in one season and in the other withers down. During the bloom time, the fragrance emanating embarks an aura of tranquility, piety and ambience that somehow manages to attract as tiny as a bee to its throes and spread the magic much beyond. And, when a flower sheds its beauty, we surpass it or may even trample it. Fasten your seat belts, for it is time to commence the journey: I held a finger, stood and took my first step into he giant wheel of life, which till date has been cradling ceaselessly. A young, ambitious and friendly lad who was fulfilled with most of the dreams he dreamt. Step by step, he started comprehending the world better. He realized that life doesn't sail on dreams. The illusion that he was living in, now turn

Helping me unite Sharing with people  Between the lost ones in the journey called life And those who I loved and who loved back Sign up, sign in and never sign out stalking to know the whereabouts looking for the number called notification A passion as hollow as bamboo yet strong A sms on my phone and a mail in the inbox Communicating me that I have a pending request A wall to dirty without a thought of being thrashed after Hi, Hello, Birthday wishes to greet me morning and night! Rising from ashes like a phoenix A photo emerges and you've been tagged Is it really you or was it an animal And yet they thought it was comical As I like it As I use it It'll remain a book  Of friends, acquintances and strangers An assuming way to uncover the past and enjoy the future while being in present

Flexing my wants from virtuality to reality  That angel, who is capable of making me like the one existent as an illusion  You and me,  Alone in the moonless night, just constellation to see for  strikingly pure,  it seemed imaginary yet it was real  The world changed, just because she winked her eyes!  Reaching out to you was a new hope everyday  Mornings and nights with you, a fresh lease of life  Forgotten routes, confused and lost, yet the wonderful feeling of being with you  An illuminating smile, and those shaves are nowhere around  A blissful and blessed feeling, when you are with me  The lightness of air, reaching deep within  Our dreams inter-wine and wishes come true  A life that I now have, a love to love forever, A wish to fulfill..A beetle to purchase!

At last it will happen, But shouldn't have happened so late At a breathing distance Looking like a beautiful damsel from heaven Compassionate and understanding It's coming, I can sense the happening Her gentleness pressed against my softness Her touch makes me go crazy Giving into my wants I craved for her for long My wishes saw no end I wanted it to go on But it had to stop, reluctantly Melting in my hands Beautiful, surreal and dumbstruck It was like we are made for each other Ohh my bar of Lindt , I love you so..

Okay, so exactly an year back I shifted from Blogspot to Wordpress and now I am back to Blogspot. Honestly, I liked wordpress but then there were a few things which in a way influenced my decision of shifting back to Blogspot. It's not about the admiration which I have for Google but quite literally I got bored with wordpress.  The only motive for shifting to wordpress was to test and experience its CMS integration. What else do you expect from a person who loves coding, testing and breaking things? But now, I am through.  WordPress is an awesome tool with plenty of features and options but for a novice it offers too many at once. It took me a week to get the complete feel of the offerings but after that it was a piece of cake. One thing which I detest about Wordpress is that at every other corner, it says upgrade to premium. From themes to customization to widgets to what not. Blogger never did that. Probably this because Google powers Blogger and Wordpress is being powered

The author shall not be held liable for any irreparable encephalon damage or any degree of infuriated frustration caused by the post. If you scrap, well, you ass you, really, you, dum dum. However, if you are here to read about this post well, read on… This is that time of the year, when half of the world is busy preparing for the new year, the other half is busy fighting over petty issues and a subset of this half is busy arguing in the parliament, throwing shoes, chairs etc. Within this subset, a super subset is bored to the core and is fully unaware of what to do right now. 2 of the constituents of this subset had a wonderful plan to slay the boredom, but the external factors conspired against their plan, as result it had to be put on hold. Soon, these two - lets call them 'the angel' and 'the devil' will be adjudicated in the court of examinations. As a result, the angel or the devil, yes the titles are interchangeable, won't get time to post the post(yeah!) for

What is one thing which absolutely brings a smile to your face even if you have just been woken up from deep sleep at the dead hour of the night. Nothing? There is this feeling which just refuses to go..you twist..turn..toss..try to sleep again but fail. You start thinking of better things in life, do yoga but the feeling refuses to go and becomes all the more strong. You know it is harmful to think of it but then certain temptations are too great to deal with. All you require is that one lick and the next moment your in bliss. Attacked by rabidness, there is nothing in the world which can stop you. So, the resolution of controlling your sugar intake goes down the drain. Immediately, you throw your blanket aside, rush to the chambers of secret, perform some magic and voila..the beauties residing inside the freezer greets you with such an aura that you start drooling. Now, you take a spoonful of the dark beauty which is almost as intoxicating as marijuana for a drug addict and you close

Instead of 'in a pickle' the phrase should have been 'in a jam', I argued with my friend. Staying in the NCR for like around 23 years now, Jams are a part of my life. Be it the Pineapple jam or traffic jam. But, a traffic jam is the last place I'd want to be on any day. You'll call the day unlucky if it rained when you are going for an interview, but that's before you find yourself stuck in a fantasy land of honking babies, farting away petrol and diesel with red hot grown ups(hopefully) behind the wheel. Jams are probably the reason Delhi has so many roadside shops selling eatables, decorative items, medicines etc. Soon a day will dawn upon us, when people will buy a vehicle while stuck in a jam! Interestingly, none of the food joints on the road side have Jam Bread on their menu, in spite of the fact that one of the ingredients is available in abundance and that too for free. What a business idea sirjee! From naming a jam as peak hour(Ohh dear Evere

It rained this morning. The intoxicating fragrance of the earth after a short spell of shower is something for which I've always fallen. This is probably the first rain influenced post on my blog. Rains make me happy as well as sad. The place where I am dwelling for the past 1.5years is famous for its drought but surprisingly, this place has been receiving more rains than ever before since the time I've landed. Lucky or Unlucky, I don't know. Waking up to a rainy morning is one of the many things which is present in my chart of "I Absolutely love". The pitter-patter of raindrops on the window sill, the cold feeling and snuggling up in the soft cozy blanket is simply celestial. On days like this, I'd prefer a wearing an oversized sweatshirt, sipping a cup of hot coffee and enjoy the symphony being played by nature. There were days when I used to grab a good book and start reading it while sitting in the balcony. I'm already back in time but reality is harsh

Walk - An activity which can bring smile on my face and for everything else, there are angels. I have almost been game for walks. Moving around aimlessly in childhood to moving around in search of good food in adulthood accompanied by a few glasses of beverages and laughter fits for some random reason. Post dinner walks with mom and dad were a part of daily life and they still are whenever I am at home. Gazing the night sky, looking at stars and figuring out which constellation they are forming used to mesmerize me. As a kid, whenever I saw an aeroplane flying in the night I used to ask mom - what if a star falls on a plane? I used to wonder how far off the stars might be. I remember the best view used to be when there were power cuts. Walking in darkness with just the moon to lighten up my way ahead, I could make out lineations of concrete edifices and trees. There were times when I used to play hide n seek which eventually turned into the game 'dark room' for obvious reasons.

I still remember the first time I saw her She left me awed Tranced into the countless chromaticities tissued by her Soon I got lured into a sorcerous alliance Took my time and gathered all the courage To tell her what I felt for her Surprisingly, I shook hands with success instantly I owe her a many things to her Probably I've made her smile Atleast once in a while A sweet bet I must say something which I never knew would happen this way I've never felt so howling before and now its more like Jab we met In the loving memory of my truck..Tata Indigo :) 

I want to blog about so many things. But, I type a few lines and hit the backspace, then begin afresh and the cycle goes on. Is there a fear of being looked through? Or of being denuded of my own thoughts and beliefs? Am I becoming assailable and defenseless? Is it the phantasma of being exposed that stops me from being just me? If yes, what is the difference between me and the masters of masquerade? Sin in my terms has an additional meaning - letting people affect you barring some. People use a weak-ling as a stair to move ahead on the charts of success, recognition and fame. Two words which comes to my mind when I see how the world is functioning today are commodities and morals. What pains me the most is that people haven't even spared their parents. They look at them as commodities.Warmth and values are missing(ghas charne gayi)! We hardly care for anybody's emotion or life. I can go on and on but then there's no point. The only thing which I am mastering these days is

As I type in my thoughts the Airbus cruises away towards Delhi. Jaunting alone has become a part of my life and for some trivial reason I am loving it. The complete Airbus is packed to its capacity with majority being turbanators. My co passenger is a sweet yet short tempered turbanator lady. Having aviated many a times over a period of 3 years I respect my co-passengers or should I say padosis! The primary reason for calling them padosis is that your co-passenger can really be a pain especially when you have to fly over a long distance and unfortunately I am not unknown to that. As a kid, I always wanted to travel alone, but then ours is not a safe country especially at the time when the most affordable state of transport was the railways. Thanks to the open skies, air travel has become affordable. It really makes me feel nice. Each time I have to travel, my thoughts also meander.A metaphor it may seem like,to me its more like a journey of life. Destination which I have to reach, vene

One cannot think of separting - pot holes, accidents, traffic, pollution from the Indian roads. Now, the latest addition is humor! As they say all serious situations are the fore-fathers of humor. We all complaint that our work is the toughest but then just think of this - You have a burden of 60 Tonnes on your back and you've been travelling on Indian highways for the past 20 hours. Tough right? Its the toughest - 20hours on Indian roads - are you kidding me? One channel which is always in use to express the creativity and is that of the back of the truck. Many a times, their creativity is way better than that of some ad director. Being creative in the tough circumstances, frequently brings a much needed reason to smile and laugh especially for the zillions of commuters who share the same road every day. Listing down few of the one liners which I remember just for the sake of your smile. Buri Nazar Waale Tera Muh Kaala. Horn Ok Please Ok Tata Bye Bye Badha ho kar main bhi

Human beings are the master of categorization, luckily I belong to the same league!  We categorize men, women, colors, races, countries, regions, emotions, feelings and etc. It seems as if the rule of being human is " you need to learn how to categorize anything and everything - be it tangible or intangible " I categorized a quality which gives pleasure to senses - Beauty into  - genuine and trivial. People these days confuse between the two very basic things - beauty of the eye and that of the heart. Then, what about the trivial beauty of the soul? It's really hard to meet truly beautiful people in this world. But then, when you meet, it is apparent. They'll be those angels who greet you warmly, they won't differentiate between a poor or a rich while hugging. They have such an aura that it reflects the purity which they possess. You'll be in a different world altogether. When they smile, you can make out that the person really does care. They'll be your e

Are you half empty or are you half full? Are you same the every time? Is every cup the same? Can you be so full? For how long can you remain filled? What if you're broken someday? Will I be able to fix you? Who'd clean the broken mess? Will I be able to replace you? Ohh dear! why are you made to be so priceless? Be it half empty or full, you vacillate Ain't I nothing, but a company? Not with the jazziest phonation to transmit? Appreciate is what you can do Only if you could Reciprocate!